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Chapter 1071 Xu Shiji Appears! (I will finish writing this as soon as possible in the next few days, and will focus on the protagonist later)

"Yang Jian! Do you dare to fight me in Canglang River?"

He suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, which sounded like the roar of a dragon or a tiger, and it made all the fish and shrimp in the river turn white.

"Shhhhh!"

Unfortunately, in the face of Wu Tiansheng's provocation, what responded to him was the sound of thousands of arrows breaking through the air. The crossbows of the Daxuan Divine Machinery Camp shot out armor-piercing arrows that were over ten feet long. The arrowheads were wrapped in red, leaving shadows that dyed the night sky bloody.

As Wu Tiansheng laughed loudly, the Axe of Creation rolled up a tremendous amount of energy, which actually sucked all the rain of arrows into the vortex of the axe blade. The arrows spun rapidly in the vortex, and finally changed direction and shot back at the Daxuan army formation with even more fierce momentum.

"Haha, Cai! You're born with a good knack!"

The sound of Xuanyuan Po's loud laughter suddenly rang in Wu Tiansheng's ears, startling the Southern Xinjiang God of War so much that his whole body was filled with energy.

But they saw a large group of anti-king coalition forces appearing behind them, and a golden chariot appeared from the direction of the central military tent. Xuanyuan Po stood on the high ground of the chariot, with golden flames scattering from his fluttering wide sleeves.

"Lord!"

Wu Tiansheng was about to salute, but Xuanyuan Po stopped him with a wave of his hand.

"It's rude to come and not reciprocate!"

The leader of the anti-king alliance looked down at the black bird banner on the other side of the river and waved his finger forward. Then, in the anti-king coalition camp behind him, the projectiles fired from the nine thunder and fire cannons made by the Mohist school suddenly turned into nine fire dragons circling out.

As the fire dragon passed by, white mist rose from the surface of the river and the arrow formation on the opposite bank suddenly fell into chaos.

"Tian Sheng, let me lead the charge for you."

Xuanyuan Po chuckled and landed back on the chariot. The sand table next to the golden couch was suddenly wrapped in a strong air and floated up. The jade-carved mountains and rivers were flowing with a mysterious luster under the moonlight.

He swept his wide sleeves across the sand table, and the jade carving representing Junya Pass suddenly exploded, turning into thousands of jade chips that merged into the fire dragon.

Wu Tiansheng only felt the strong energy around him surging, and the dragon pattern on the Axe of Creation seemed to come alive and wrap around his arms.

"Haha! Good! Kill!"

"Jiang Chen, come and fight!"

He rushed to the other side with wild laughter, leaving burning footprints on the river with every step he took.

Behind him, a hundred thousand anti-king coalition forces beat war drums at the same time. The sound of the drums shook the sky and earth and even the stars dimmed their light.

At the same time, Xuanyuan Po's gaze passed through the battlefield of swords and shadows and fell on the bonfires that were gradually lighting up in the southeast.

Those places where the main force of the anti-king coalition army had set up camp were now like stars scattered by the wind, flickering in the twilight.

His fingertips unconsciously stroked the snake-shaped golden ring, and his ears echoed with the secret conversation with Xu Shiji in the central military tent three days ago.

"My lord, please go now. I will not fail you in your mission."

That day, the blue-robed strategist stood with a feather fan in his hand. There was a heavy rain outside the tent, but it could not extinguish the sparks in his eyes.

"Old Yang Jian is used to winning by using the right tactics and the unexpected. This time we will teach him a lesson about what it feels like to be outmaneuvered."

He raised his hand and stroked the nine-ring jade belt around his waist, his fingertips stroking the green jade Pixiu in the center, and a meaningful smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Maogong, ah Maogong, let me see how good you are at playing chess."

That’s right, the Ten Sages of the Martial Temple, Xu Maogong—Xu Shiji, who were brought out by the leader of Wagang Stronghold Li Mi at the beginning, were also brought by him to the thirty-six anti-king coalition forces in the south of Daxuan.

However, what is somewhat different from the development trajectory of the previous life is that in today's Tianwu Continent, where various geniuses and heroes are vying to emerge as the Mingwu Emperor Star, Li Mi, the leader of the Wagang Village who originally seemed to be okay, is naturally made worthless.

Even against the backdrop of the heroic lord Xuanyuan Po, the Southern Emperor Star, Xu Shiji, the youngest of the 24 heroes in the Lingyan Pavilion, could see at a glance that Li Mi lacked courage and vision, and even had some shortcomings such as being selfish and intolerant.

Under such circumstances, Xu Shiji naturally could not hold on to his old master, so he decisively abandoned Li Mi, the victim, and threw himself directly into the arms of Xuanyuan Po, the Southern Emperor Star. This also made it effortless for Xuanyuan Po, the Southern Emperor Star, to have a Saint-level commander eagerly delivered to his door.

At this time, on the south bank of Qujiang River, the former anti-king coalition army camp had long been deserted, and the central army tent was brightly lit with candles. Xu Shiji, dressed in a plain white Taoist robe, sat in the main seat, gently waving a goose feather fan in his hand. The two jade fish on the fan pendant shone with a warm luster under the candlelight.

The howling river wind outside the tent came with a bloody smell, but was quietly dissolved by some invisible barrier three feet in front of the tent. Only the jade carving representing Lintong City in the sand table on the table was cracked by Xu Shiji's light touch of the fan handle.

In the big tent, Xu Shiji was placing a goose-feather fan lightly against his chin, his eyes sweeping over the twenty or so rebel kings who were sitting or standing in the tent.

These heroes who used to act independently were now holding their breath and concentrating like a pack of tamed wolves, because the black flag hanging in the tent - the nine-headed willow totem embroidered with gold thread on the flag - was the power of arbitrary decision-making granted by Xuanyuan Po himself.

"Everyone, old Yang Jian has led 60,000 elite cavalry to the north to confront the 100,000 elite troops led by the lord."

"Now, it is time for us to act. Our army should take advantage of this opportunity and attack in three directions."

Xu Shiji waved his feather fan lightly, and the jade carving representing Lintong on the sand table suddenly burst into a faint blue flame.

He swept his wide sleeves across the sand table, and the blue jade sand and gravel flowed in response. The left army flag pointed directly at Qingshiji, the weakest point in the direction of Qujiang, while the right army made a detour to encircle Hulukou on the flank of Lintong. The army in the middle pierced the center of Lintong's defense line like a sharp sword.

The generals in the tent found the sight of sparks blazing across the sand table even more thrilling than seeing the battlefield with their own eyes.

"Qingshiji will be handed over to General Dou Jiande."

"The Qujiang Hebei Volunteer Army under Lord Dou is the best at attacking strongholds. This time we need to capture Qingshiji within three days. Is it possible to do it?"

Xu Shiji's eyes fell on a bearded man at the corner of the tent.

"Military Advisor, please wait and see what I can do! If you cannot break that damn defense line, I will bring my head to you!"

Dou Jiande stood up suddenly, and his heavy black iron armor hit the blue bricks on the ground, causing them to crack.

This hidden figure who had been brought out together with Emperor Gaozu of Tang, Li Yuan, was eventually implanted into the thirty-six rebel kings of the Daxuan Dynasty and started doing his old business.

"What's the use of the head? I just want Lord Dou to plant the anti-King's banner on the top of Qingshiji."

"I heard that Yang Guang, the useless second son of Yang Jian, had stored a thousand jars of Lihuachun in the cellar inside Lintong City. On the day when the city was captured, I personally poured wine for Lord Dou."

Xu Shiji chuckled and fanned himself, then suddenly lowered his voice.

"Since the military advisor said so, I will take that wine jar even if it costs me my life!"

There was a sudden burst of laughter in the tent, and Dou Jiande even slammed the table and laughed.

Xu Shiji turned his feather fan to the right, and the candlelight in the tent suddenly turned green.

A female chieftain from southern Xinjiang, wearing colorful feathers, stood up slowly. The silver bells on her waist jingled as she moved, and the temperature in the tent suddenly dropped.

"The chieftain of the Laosala tribe is at the mouth of the gourd."

"I heard that the Ice Silkworm Guards under the tribe leader can control hundreds of insects. Can you teach the Lintong defenders to taste the feeling of having your heart eaten by thousands of ants?"

Xu Shiji picked up the jade cup on the table, and the wine in the cup actually solidified into ice crystals.

"Military Advisor, you have very sharp ears and eyes. My men have already scattered the ice silkworm eggs in the Hulukou spring water and will wait for noon tomorrow."

Chief Sala covered his lips and chuckled, and suddenly a colorful spider appeared at his fingertips.

"I'll make sure those soldiers are so itchy that they'll jump off the city wall."

She suddenly put her fingers together and slashed across his neck like a knife.

(End of this chapter)